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Necroay
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Ayame grabbed her rifle and shot after them. Ulrik slowly staggered to his feet and limped over to Ayame. She jumped onto the ground, scarred and beat up. "Well.. That was different." She said with a slight laugh. "Yeah.. definately. Lets go home." He replied. Ayame nodded and wrapped his arm around her. Together they limped back to their home.